I have always loved to read. As a very young girl, I was always at my happiest when I had my nose in a book. I recall devouring Enid Blyton's Malory Towers series by torchlight under my bedcovers. Long car journeys to Devon with the family provided even more bonus reading hours and I could easily get through a whole book in a single trip. I absorbed myself in those stories and remember begging my parents to send me off to boarding school so I could replicate the life on the pages for myself.
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